I sat the beauty on my lap
And I felt
The bitterness
Of a life
Made of excess
I ran from misery
Looked for constancy
And created
A Whole war
Against Myself
Oh the spring
Turned me an idiot
I can't help it
How sad
My own self pity
Lying there in the mud
Crime neighborhood
Tried to fool
My own madness
I've booked my season
In hell
With all the poets
That once stepped
This land
Oh the spring
Turned me an idiot
I can't help it
How sad
The spring
Turned me an idiot
I can't help it
How sad
My own self pity